inspired by The Garden of Proserpine, by Algernon Charles Swinburne
Here at home, the world is quiet;
Until the Thanksgiving crowd arrives
‘Tis a shame to utter ‘diet’
Amid turkey, side dishes, and pies;
I sit in the courtyard knowing
In spring my flowers will be growing
Where now autumn winds are blowing
And we’ve decided to live our lives.
Inside I hear laughter and greetings,
As friends and family file inside;
I head in for joyful meetings
And to act as our home’s tour guide.
Here’s the study, room for guests,
Open floor plan – it’s the best!
Family room, kitchen, and the rest!
And the hallway, open wide.
From the porch we greet our neighbors,
As they walk, we say hello;
No more yard work to labor,
Gives time for new friendships to grow.
In the oven, turkey sizzles,
Over cake the frosting drizzles,
We’ve a houseful of guests, I whistle,
To make a toast to those we know.
All the leaves are in the table
As our loved ones gather to eat;
In our home we’re thrilled we’re able
To host a group this size – a treat!
Pass the dishes, take a sample,
Our new dining space is ample
For a crowd this size to handle,
Everyone in a comfortable seat!
After dinner and dessert
Too much food to be believed.
We laughed so much our bellies hurt,
We’ve room to spread out – so relieved!
Can’t think of a place we would rather,
Have our friends and family gather.
Our “happily ever after”
At Windsong – Where Life’s A Breeze!